Mark! Good to hear from you and gosh, you made me giggle! Sounds like something Danny would have said with the twinkle in his eye, too. Thanks for the slap! Whew, I feel better. You don't have to play it again, I'm good.

I really feel like a retard that I even articulated my fears when there are others that need comfort more than my FEAR. I figured our friends from OCF would help me kick the F(alse)E(vents)A(ppearing)R(eal).

I had the racing thoughts of what "if" when I got home this evening and just couldn't stand it anymore! Forgive the descriptive, I got home and just felt like I had to puke (the evil thoughts).

I half kiddingly told Ed (partly so he wouldn't think I was really afraid) that if it is "it" - we're buying a lottery ticket (or going to Vegas). Our odds would appear to be REALLY good that we'll win BIG. :P

Maybe it's just the holiday. I work at the Cancer Center and the dynamic with patients and families has been intense the past two months. Certainly, no disrespect to anyone but mostly to keep our own "sanity" whenever we begin feeling ill, we each ask what cancer we have this week (we've all turn into hyper-vigilant hypochondriacs). We're determined to beat cancer's ass and beat it hard because we love our cancer warriors and hate the disease; we know their families feel the same. We love our patients and if we/they didn't laugh (and cry) with us we'd be doing them (and us) a huge disservice.

God bless all of you for your love, encouragement, understanding, support, prayers and humour. For sure I'll let you know. In the interim, I've got my eyes on the prize and am determined to go back to work Thursday. I hope doesn't hurt too much so I won't be tempted to keep acting like a wimp and stay home/sleep all day. I feel like I'm getting back to normal (for a second).